She's not satisfied yet

“I thought that was pretty clear.” Charlotte studied the man beside her. She could see the distress in his face but she shared none of his anguish. “You rescued a damsel-in-distress from a most vile ****,” She pushed aside the foul recollection of Jason's grouping hands and ****-stinking breath, replacing it with a much more pleasurable memory. “and then you carried her to her childhood bed and spread her open to claim as your own.” Her small hand rested on Fuller’s chest and she kissed his shoulder softly watching him carefully for his reaction.

“The real question is why?” Charlotte bit her lower lip in what she hoped was provocative flirting, “Did you take her virginity as a rightful reward for your timely rescue?” Even if she hadn't been eager for Mr. Fuller's touch, she might have accepted the justice of that claim, but maybe there was a darker motivation. “Or did you come for ****? Planning to despoil the chaste loins of Miss Marlton, and take from her what was stolen from Mary as retribution for her family's crimes?” Of course, Mary had not only been dishonoured, she had been impregnated. Charlotte's hand moved on its own to rest on her belly. Was that her fate too, would her womb swell with Mr. Fuller's child? Surprisingly, the thought did not horrify her as it should have, she and her family would be shamed, but she would have a piece of this man to love forever. Emboldened by the forbidden romance of thought she smiled shyly in the moonlit room.

“In my romance novels, the hero would be overcome by the maiden's innocence and beauty and would not be able to control his desire.” Even as she whispered the last provocative words Charlotte knew that she was unlikely to inspire any man with her lanky build and awkward manner. The muscular blond by her side shifted slightly away from her although his large frame pretty much filled the bed so there was little place for him to go.

“I'm so sorry.” Mr. Fuller seemed genuinely distressed.

“I’m not.” Charlotte answered pressing her naked form against his. “I don't care why you decided to carry me to this bed.” She added when she saw the doubt and concern in his face. She climbed onto the outlaw, straddling his thighs as she boldly caressed his chest and belly moving in circles ever lower on his torso following the line of dark hair that led to his groin. “But if you were hoping to quench the rage you feel for this estate by mercilessly ravaging Lord Marlton's only daughter as I squirmed and protested, you'll have to let me know so I can play my part correctly.” In a moment of clarity Charlotte concluded that this must be the explanation for Mr. Fuller's timely late night arrival. Why else would an outlaw like Black Brand climb into the bed chambers of the daughter of his hated foe?

“Is that why you came Mr. Fuller, to plunder my untouched body and ruin me just as Mary was dishonoured? If so you succeeded brilliantly?” She whispered softly as her small hands reached for his half flaccid member. “The need for retribution I understand; what I can't figure out is why you sent me away the first time I fell into your power.” She paused momentarily distracted by the feeling of Mr. Fuller's member thickening against her soft palm. “Unless you knew that you could have me any time you wanted.”

Randy struggled to understand the flurry of unexpected events since he first climbed through the window f Miss Marlton's room to find her struggling in the arms of an assailant. Was it only a few minutes ago that he had helped her carry that drunken gentleman to her aunt's bed? And then, when he should have been slipping away to the safety of the woods, instead he was here on Miss Marlton's bed with the newly opened virgin's blood drying on his scrotum. Furthermore, instead of reprimanding him for the outrageous liberty, Miss Charlotte was straddling his legs and was skillfully reviving his now fully erect penis.

Why did he feel the need to visit Miss Marlton? What had he hoped to accomplish? And perhaps most pressing of all was the question of whether he was going to let Miss Marlton take control of this erotic encounter.